Every time I do anything I get a bunch of money. Doctor appointment, four hundred dollars. Post office, one hundred and thirty eight dollars. It got to the point where I went out for tacos and got eight thousand dollars. I hear if it doesn’t keep moving however it will disappear. On the flight from Vientiane to back to Bankok (3rd attempt) I completed the airplane crossword and got twenty two thousand dollars. The biggest animal on the plane, me by forty pounds. Wearing a lamb’s wool sweater, an alpaca shirt, shoes made by a French monk. Carrying five hundred thousand cash and a felt wallet of fine gems. Which had been presented to me for using a water fountain. Very warm on these flights. Back and forth. To stay awake I used sweets. Gummy rice and chicken pate, on its own no, but empty a few sugar packets. To stay awake. We had known each other for three years. The monk. I’d studied under him but was asked to leave, the boots were given apologetically. The man in 8C suggested no rice, to endure the heat, but I needed something to sop up the sugar, to keep it from getting too lively.
